When I first joined this forum, someone who'd been here a while said to me, "Now you are doomed! You will never get away!"
I had just given up on a long tradition of filling huge paper journals annually as an hour-a-day form of recreation. I felt my recreational writing should be less isolated and more interactive, and I liked horses and nature, so when I found this place it hit the spot. I'm also in a very cool open-journalling group in this forum, where I learn about things from all over the world and have encountered lovely people. I much prefer this place to TV, and since we don't watch any these days, I am freed up for being on a forum.
However: Why is it that writing and reading here is so much more fun than generating the paid articles I'm supposed to be writing? Intermittent variable reward
, intones my husband, who's on a Dr Who forum and knows the ins and outs of public reading and writing for fun.
I'm a "10pm is a late bedtime" kind of girl who likes to watch the sun rise while my husband covers his eyes, rolls over and tries not to turn into dust as the first sunlight enters the room. But even I have had later bedtimes reading fascinating and funny posts, getting embroiled in lively debates, and talking to people across the globe from me who are just waking up.
During a recent evening a fellow citizen two hours' rotation east of me said, "Stop posting, I have to go to work tomorrow."
I nearly ruptured my diaphragm laughing. I know what it feels like: Once in my life I actually called in sick at work because I could not stop reading Walter Macken's historical novel "Seek The Fair Land" about the Cromwellian invasion of Ireland, and one man's flight from Drogheda to Connemara with his two young children after his wife was killed by soldiers, attempting to save those left to him in a hostile time. This was nearly 20 years ago, and I made up for it by doing fieldwork on a Saturday, and it never happened again, but I do occasionally stay up very late engrossed in books (or on this forum). My husband swears he will call in sick when a particular sequel in some literary series he has been anticipating for a decade finally comes out.
So I thought this place needed a confession box.
Has anyone here ever neglected their vacuuming, ironing and door knob polishing duties in favour of reading and responding to posts in this forum?
Has anyone stayed up all night laughing at threads like bsms' "Emergency Dismount" classic?
Is anyone setting a timer that chimes after a set time because otherwise they may look up and find that five hours have passed unnoticed, it has gotten dark and they can no longer go for a ride?
Does anyone here get reproachful glances from their dog when the laptop comes out?
This is where you can tell your funny anecdotes about things you shouldn't have done, and share the things you do to ensure you don't get "lost in space" when you come here.